"de little Rabbits, dey run down't de spring en try ter dip up de water wid de sifter, but co'se hit all run out, en hit keep on runnin' out, twell bimeby de little Rabbits so down en 'gun ter cry. Den de little bird settin' up in de tree he begin fer ter sing, en dish yer's de song wa't he sing:

"'Sifter hole water same ez a tray,
Ef you fill it wid moss en dob it with clay;
De Fox git madder de longer you stay--
Fill it wid moss and dob it wid clay.'

"En des 'bout de time dey got de wood on de fier, der daddy, he come skippin' in, en de little bird, he flew'd away. Brer Fox, he seed his game wuz up, en 'twan't long 'fo' he make his skuse en start fer ter go.